XXXIV- Being Sincere

Indianna looked at her reflection in the mirror and ran her fingers through her long dark hair. She was wearing a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a grey crop top with her Timberland's. It was now Saturday evening and she was getting ready with Brooke to go to the carnival.

Brooke seemed absolutely fine on the outside, but Indianna could tell that deep down she was still struggling with what happened. Greyson had pack members searching the town every hour of every day, but there was no sign of the guy who raped Brooke or Rogue.

It was like they had disappeared. They left no trace, no scent and no trail.

It was infuriating.

"You look hot," Brooke smiled and tied her long blonde hair up into a high pony tail. She pulled on a pair of flats and straightened out her denim jacket. "Greyson is going to love it."

"Back at you," Indianna chuckled and grabbed her phone. "Ready?"

"Ready," Brooke nodded and linked her arm through Indianna's. Indianna did notice how Brooke held onto her arm rather